Tightening his grip, Blair clenched the spoon that he was holding. He never ate dishes that looked like what girls would eat.
What more would be expected, in a high-end restaurant, such as the one in the Imperial Hotel?
He would be utterly humiliated.
On the other hand, Tinsor appeared unbothered. He hesitated for a second before trying it. “Wow, it’s good.”
Elbowing Blair, he joked, “You’re a man. What are you shy about? This is Ashlyn’s treat. Do you want to disappoint the goddess?”
Ashlyn’s lips curled, as she looked upon the two teenagers with a gentle gaze. “It doesn’t taste bad. Blair, are you sure that you don’t want to try it?”
Blair... Blair’s grip tightened further. He had never thought that his name could sound so graceful, coming out of Ashlyn’s mouth. In their generation, Lucas was the one who had shared a name with their great-great-grandfather.
All these years, he sincerely believed that the family had held high hopes for Lucas and no hope for them, as they had named Lucas after their great-grandfather.
He had despised his name.
Blair had never thought of a day when he would fall in love with his name because of Ashlyn.
He stared at Ashlyn, hoping to hear his name escape her mouth once again.
“What’s wrong? Why are you staring at me?” Ashlyn asked.
“Nothing, nothing.” Blair shook his head fervently before digging into the ice cream.
When Ashlyn noticed that he was using his left hand, she queried, “You’ve hurt your right hand?”
“No.” Blair hid his right hand further behind his back.
“Then why are you using your left hand? You’re refusing to admit that you’re hurt. Weak.” Tinsor exposed him for his lousy lie.
Blair glared at him as he took out his right hand, to show to Ashlyn.
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